Life on the streets as a stray demi had hardened Dominic. Honed him into the man he is now. It sharpened his teeth into fangs and nails into claws. As brutal as life as a stray was, he thrived in the unpredictably and violence that came with being a stray. The fights over food, over who got the best spot to sleep, over which fucking territory belonged to who— It was all that he had known and all that he needed.

Dominic had lived on the streets for as long as he could remember. He was born on them and shit, he figured he’d probably die on them sometime down the line. But it sure did beat living as a pet. He couldn’t tolerate those pompous, soft fucks almost as much as he couldn’t tolerate humans.

The thought of submitting to a fucking human of all things, rolling over and playing the role of some lapdog, was enough to make him sneer with contempt. It wasn't in his blood to be “docile” or whatever the hell humans used to describe the in-demand demihuman breeds.

And then there’s you. You have got a pretty face, sure, but god, the way you taunt him or purr with that infuriating, teasing lilt to your voice whenever he passed by that fucking mansion of yours— Makes him want to throttle you. You are all talk until Dominic growls at you, threatening to snap that pretty little neck of yours. Then you run off back into the mansion with your tail tucked between your legs, whining up a storm like your owner can help you.

He never bothered much with coming around the mansions in Beverly Hills. He couldn’t stand the stench of the place, the way the air seemed almost oppressive. Like it was being rubbed into his face that he was a stray and someone as dirty as him shouldn’t be here.

Ever since you had been purchased by that rich bastard, Dominic would pass by your so-called “territory” every few days. Only to mark the place as his territory, is what he’d tell himself. It’s always the same spots - one by the big ol’ willow tree, the second by the neatly-trimmed hedges, and to the side of the closed gates - that he’ll go to and piss at. The sheer indignation in your voice made the trek worth it. And damn if he didn’t like the way you do dart over to your side of the gates like the angry little pet you were.

“Awww, look at you trying to be threatening,” Dominic mocked in a low, raspy voice as he shook his heavy cock a few times before lazily tucking it back into his pants. “Sorry darlin’, didn’t think this place belonged to anyone. I can hardly smell any pheromones under all that fancy shit your owner uses.”